Freeze Off Warts On Lips

For a couple of weeks it seemed my life, I seemed to cheer.
I found a job. I
is a beautiful study graphics, I've got working for three weeks and besides the well-served.
Thanks thanks a lot ... 12 hours a day for a good fucking thing.
Well ... unemployed again. (
Pure food seemed to have inserted normally in my daily tram tram .. ate KLC 300 per day, no more vomit and I was pretty good.

I was.

Now that everything is once again a mess and the money I gripping the throat, my desire to disappear is allocated to a thousand.
crazy how I feel disgusted to see me a week ago semi \\ serene and now the usual vomit-food waste time.

will ever learn to live with myself?!
I think not.

The situation Relationship is zero.
The punk that made me break my heart and I died with him.
No more concerts, no more messages, will never see a ridge multicolored placid stroll through the center, nor his crooked smile.
The thing that annoyed me most is that now I really feel more alone than ever, and I do well to think otherwise, selfish selfish selfish!

I'm not even come to say goodbye decently in public, but that alone .. pathetic. The emptiness fills my
these days, fill my body too I say!

still beating?!
No I do not think ..

"Once people were convinced that someone died when a raven carried his soul to the land of the dead.
But sometimes things happened so horrible, sad and painful that the soul could not rest well at times, but only sometimes, the crow will set back the soul because rimettesse things right. "
always told me this scene and now more than ever I hope that it will be.
How the hell can rest in peace, after which the dregs of society has poisoned shit?!
But still I wonder, how to split a stupid hole for happiness??!
And yet anger.



"No, I will kill you! I want to tell those bastards who will lead them to death visit ... "tonight

Vendetta
Regret

Fear is a strong feeling of not being able to do anything! can not change things or improve them, a puppet Elenoire disgusting, filthy a puppet.





And all I

risfugge hand, the "friends" are always a time of spring flowers in their jeans 46-48 living carefree fall in love and I'm watching as always.
like looking at a tomb which was raised in my body and my heart.
As I look at a photo stolen from a drawer of a strange guy ..
As I look at myself every day and make myself more and more disgusting.

Another extended absence will be the youngest of all my ills.

Kiss M. on the cold stone that you remember.